"It's easy, you just have to mix and put them in the pan, no big deal," Yazia declared confidently as she picked up the bowl, her focus intent on the ingredients scattered around the kitchen. Turning back to Taehyung, she noticed him standing awkwardly at the back of the kitchen.
"Help me, why are you standing back there?" Yazia asked, her eyebrows raised in amusement.
Taehyung widened his eyes in surprise but quickly nodded, walking over to join her. "What do I do?" he asked, eager to lend a hand.
Yazia narrowed her eyes, scanning the ingredients laid out before them. "I'm trying to figure that out," she admitted with a sheepish grin.
Picking up an egg, she turned to Taehyung. "Give me the flour," she instructed, her tone determined.
Taehyung gestured around the kitchen, a bemused expression on his face. "More? It's everywhere," he pointed out, his expressions were straight.
Yazia nodded, unfazed by his observation. "It is, but we still need some more," she replied matter-of-factly, her tone and expressions mirroring his.
Taehyung sighed and nodded, understanding the task at hand. As he began to search through the cabinets for more flour. Taehyung sighed in relief as he spotted a pack of flour tucked away in the upper cabinet. "Here," he said, pointing towards the cabinet as Yazia turned to him with the bowl in her hand.
"Give it to me," she instructed, pushing her hair back from her face. Taehyung hesitated, his previous mishap still fresh in his mind. "I'm not trying it again; you should pick it up this time," he insisted, his tone cautious.
Yazia sighed in frustration and set the bowl down, walking over to where Taehyung stood. "It's too high; how can I reach there?" she asked, annoyance evident in her voice.
"I'll pick you up," Taehyung suggested, a hopeful look in his eyes as he extended his arms toward her.
But before he could make a move, Yazia took a step back and grabbed a fork from the countertop, pointing it at him with a wary expression. "Last time you said this, I ended up hung up in a tree crying. I don't trust you for this now," she declared, her tone firm.
Taehyung's face fell as he remembered the childhood mishap that had left Yazia stranded in a tree, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Last time I said this, I was just 6. Now I'm 28, and my arms are strong enough to pick you up," he protested, his expression defensive.
Yazia gave him a skeptical look, her eyes narrowing slightly as she weighed his words. "Fine," she said, her voice softening slightly as she placed the fork back on the counter.
"If you dropped me, I promise I'll happily become a widow," Yazia declared with a playful smirk, her eyes dancing with mischief.
Taehyung placed a hand over his heart, feigning shock. "How easily you say you can kill me," he exclaimed, playing up his dramatics for effect. "I am hurt, my own wife doesn't love me, doesn't trust me," he added, his voice dripping with mock sadness as he pretended to wipe away imaginary tears.
Yazia rolled her eyes at his theatrics, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips despite herself. "Okay, stop it and pick me up; I'll take it down," she instructed, her tone filled with amusement.
Taehyung grinned mischievously, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Soon they'll be rolling for other reasons," he quipped, his playful banter earning him a playful slap on the arm from Yazia.
With a laugh, Taehyung bent down, scooping Yazia up in his arms with ease as she held onto his shoulders for balance. She picked up the flour and patted his shoulder Taehyung feeling the warmth of her touch against his skin as he lowered her back down to the floor.
"Told you I'm strong enough to bear your weight, and you're really light," Taehyung remarked proudly, a grin spreading across his face.
Yazia shot him a playful glare before turning her attention back to the batter she was making. "I hope that little kid could say the same," she teased, her words laced with affection as she walked over to the batter, Taehyung following close behind.
Yazia was focused on mixing the ingredients, her hair repeatedly falling onto her face and interrupting her concentration. Taehyung couldn't help but notice her struggle. "Wait here," he said suddenly, dashing off before she could even process his words. Confused, Yazia watched as he disappeared from view, deciding to continue with her task.
Finally, after a moment, she placed the first pancake in the pan, the sizzle filling the air as it began to cook. Just then, Taehyung returned, holding a rubber band in his hand.
Yazia looked at him with a puzzled expression. "Where did that come from?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.
Taehyung simply shook his head with a grin and gently turned her around, his fingers deftly gathering her hair and tying it into a neat ponytail.
"Stop asking questions; it's mine. I only have this single one, and anything you find in this house is yours," Taehyung declared firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument as he tied Yazia's hair back. Yazia turned back to him, her expression suspicious as she watched him closely.
"Stop looking at me like that," Taehyung said, noticing her scrutiny, and she nodded in response, though her suspicion lingered.
"It makes you weak?" Yazia questioned, remembering his oft-repeated words. Taehyung shook his head, his gaze intense as he took deliberate steps toward her, causing her to back up until she felt the kitchen counter against her back. He lifted her effortlessly, seating her on the counter and trapping her between his arms on either side.
"Aren't you a bit obsessed with me on countertops?" Yazia teased, looking up at him with a playful glint in her eyes.
Taehyung couldn't help but bite his lip, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "What can I say? I love this angle," he replied, his voice husky as he leaned closer to her, the warmth of his breath mingling with hers as their faces drew nearer.
"And to answer your earlier question, no, it doesn't make me weak. It makes me want to kiss you until you're breathless and can't even meet my eyes because of shyness."
Yazia's breath caught in her throat as Taehyung's words washed over her, sending a shiver down her spine. His confession left her feeling breathless and weak in the knees, her cheeks flushing with a deep blush as she met his intense gaze. He placed his hand on her thigh his thumb slightly brushing over it.
"Taehyung..." she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper as she struggled to find the right words to express. But before she could respond, Taehyung closed the distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a tender yet passionate kiss that left her dizzy with desire. As their lips moved together in perfect harmony, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them and the electrifying connection that bound them together.
Yazia's nose twitched at the smell of something burning, her expression turning into a frown as she attempted to pull away. But Taehyung, unwilling to let her go, gently held her by the neck. She patted his shoulder, signaling him to release her. Sensing her movements, he loosened his grip and pulled away, his breath heavy.
"What?" he asked, taking deep breaths, his eyes still fixed on her lips.
"I smell something burning," Yazia said, her voice tinged with panic. Taehyung moved a little closer, a playful smirk on his lips.
"Yes, my heart is burning with desire," he quipped, leaning in teasingly.
Yazia pushed him back a little, her tone urgent. "No, the pancake is burning," she replied, her voice now laced with concern, snapping Taehyung back to reality.
"What?" he exclaimed, turning around to see smoke billowing from the pan. "No... what... wait," he muttered, rushing over to the stove.
Yazia jumped down from the shelf, following him closely, both of them now in a state of panic, frantically looking around for a solution.
"What do we do?" Yazia asked, her voice trembling with anxiety. "I don't know," Taehyung admitted, feeling equally lost.
Their confusion only escalated as they stood there, unsure of how to stop the impending disaster. Suddenly, they heard a gasp from behind them.
"Ya Allah, you both want to set the house on fire," came Ayzal's exasperated voice as she practically ran to close the stove. Both Yazia and Taehyung looked at Ayzal, confused by her sudden appearance, while Ayzal glared at them both.
"What were you doing?" Ayzal demanded, her eyes darting between them before landing on the burnt remains of what was supposed to be a pancake.
Yazia snapped out of her daze, her cheeks still tinged with a light pink hue. "No, what are you doing here?" she asked, equally puzzled by Ayzal's presence.
"Not just me, Eomma and Appa are outside too. We came to give you your clothes, but I saw smoke and ran inside," Ayzal explained, her voice a mixture of concern and annoyance.
Ayzal turned her attention to Taehyung, who was now covered in flour, before glancing at Yazia, who was similarly adorned with flour on her face and clothes. "You guys are not capable enough to cook. Look at yourselves," she scolded, shaking her head in disappointment. Then, turning to Taehyung, she added, "And you, why did you let Yazia enter the kitchen? She's a disaster," placing a hand on her forehead in frustration.
Taehyung shook his head in defense. "It's not my fault your sister is not under my control," he replied, his tone defensive. Yazia shot him a glare, her frustration was evident. "Yeah, you're covered in flour, looking like a retired ghost, and it's not your fault?" she retorted, her voice laced with sarcasm. Taehyung's eyes widened in surprise at her sharp response. "It was only a single mistake, okay? It happens. But that burning pancake? Not my fault," he insisted, his tone firm as he defended himself.
"It's your fault; you distracted me. If you hadn't made me sit on the countertop, it would have never happened," Yazia accused, turning to Taehyung with a glare. Taehyung tilted his head, a playful smirk on his lips. "Not my fault, though. Who told you to be irresistible?" he countered, his tone teasing.
Yazia nodded in acknowledgment but scoffed in disbelief. "Then who told you to be this addicting?" she shot back, the playful banter between them continuing.
Listening to their exchange, Ayzal's eyes widened in disbelief. "Astaghfirullah, you guys are really shameless," Ayzal's remark brought an abrupt end to their banter, causing both Taehyung and Yazia to fall silent, their playful expressions replaced with sheepish smiles. They exchanged a quick glance before turning their attention back to Ayzal.
"You both, get out of here. I can't deal with you both," Ayzal said firmly, turning her attention to the pan and picking it up. Taehyung raised his hand in a gesture of assistance. "You don't have to do it. Let me help," he offered. Ayzal shook her head, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "I've seen your skills," she remarked, gesturing around the kitchen. "It's better for you to go get cleaned up," she suggested, her tone gentle but firm.
Yazia nodded in agreement, holding onto Taehyung's arm and pulling him gently towards the door. Taehyung resisted for a moment before relenting with a sigh, allowing her to lead him out of the kitchen.
"Let's not mess with Ayzal in matters of the kitchen and ice cream; she becomes dangerous in that," Yazia remarked, her tone laced with amusement. Taehyung nodded in understanding, silently acknowledging her words as they exited the kitchen.
As they stepped out, they were met with the surprised expressions of Yazia's parents, especially Mrs. Saad, who looked at Taehyung with concern as he was fully covered in white powder.
"Omoo... what happened to you kids?" Mrs. Saad asked, rising from her seat.
"Ask him," Yazia said with a playful grin, nudging Taehyung forward. He shot her a look that clearly said, 'Why me?' before reluctantly stepping forward to face Yazia's parents.
"I... I... was trying to cook," Taehyung confessed, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he recounted their culinary misadventure. Mrs. Saad narrowed her eyes, her gaze shifting to Yazia with a questioning look.
"Where were you? Why was he trying to cook and not you?" she asked, her tone laced with concern. Yazia blinked, caught off guard by her mother's direct question, unsure of how to respond. Before she could gather her thoughts. Before she could speak, however, Taehyung stepped in front of her, taking the blame upon himself.
"She tried to help, and we were both attempting to cook. But we realized that cooking may not be our forte. Don't worry, Eomma, I'll learn, and mishaps like this won't happen again," Taehyung said.
Mr. Saad noticed Taehyung's gesture of protectiveness towards Yazia, as well as Yazia peeking out from behind him at her mother. With a gentle smile, he intervened. "My dear, you know our daughter's skills. Let them handle things as they see fit," he advised, his tone reassuring.
Yazia's face brightened at her father's words. "Only Appa understands me," she remarked with a grateful smile, moving to approach him. However, Mrs. Saad interrupted sternly, "Look at yourself; get cleaned up first before you come near us." Yazia then looked at herself and then at Taehyung.
"He is worse than me" Yazia admitted with a sheepish grin, prompting a small chuckle from her father and a resigned sigh from her mother.
"Yeah, we'll both change. Give us a minute; we'll come," Taehyung said, bowing slightly as a sign of respect before taking Yazia by the shoulders and leading her upstairs to their room. With a mix of amusement and exasperation, Mrs. Saad watched them go, shaking her head with a fond smile as she returned to her seat.
"He's really nice with her, I can see it. Did you see how he just covered her?" Mrs. Saad remarked with a big smile, her eyes filled with warmth and approval. "I know he is Jonghyun's son," she added, her voice filled with pride as she spoke of Taehyung's father.
"Yeah... I just pray they both understand each other like that always and whatever happens would be for their good," Mr. Saad said, his tone reflective. Mrs. Saad nodded in agreement. "Insha'Allah," she replied.
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Taehyung and Yazia entered their room, and Taehyung headed straight to the closet to find something to wear. As he rummaged through the clothes, he glanced over his shoulder to see Yazia leaning against the door frame, watching him quietly. "What happened?" he asked, noticing her gaze.
Yazia simply shrugged in response; her expression unreadable. Taehyung furrowed his brow, sensing something was amiss. "You can go first; I need more time to take a shower," he suggested, and Yazia raised an eyebrow at his sudden offer.
"Hmm? Okay, fine, I'll go," she agreed, finding her clothes, but her eyes remained fixed on him. Yazia made her way to the bathroom, she bumped into the wall, eliciting a small yelp of pain. "Ouch!"
Yazia rubbed her head as she bumped into the wall going to the bathroom. "Are you okay? Why aren't you being careful?" Taehyung scolded gently, approaching her to check on her rubbing the place lightly.
her gaze remained fixed on Taehyung, a goofy smile playing on her lips. Taehyung couldn't help but smile back at her, his concern melting away as he looked into her eyes.
Turning her face towards the bathroom door, Taehyung reminded her to be careful. "Look where you're walking," he advised, his tone teasing. Yazia, however, turned her gaze back to him, her expression serious.
"You're more attractive than it," she stated bluntly, her words causing a surge of warmth to flood Taehyung's cheeks.
"Go... Go... your family is waiting downstairs," Taehyung gently pushed Yazia towards the bathroom. She left, and as soon as the door closed behind her, he couldn't contain his blush any longer. Biting his lip, he rubbed his face with his hands and then started jumping around the room like a little kid.
"They spent the morning with Yazia's family, and after some time, her family left. Yazia glanced at the bags of her clothes that were placed in the living room. "Finally, I got all of my clothes," she remarked with a satisfied smile, feeling relieved to have her belongings back. Taehyung nodded in agreement, understanding the importance of having her things.
"Should I take them up so you can settle in?" Taehyung offered, Yazia smiled at Taehyung's offer and shook her head gently. "It's okay, let's take them up together," she suggested, reaching out to grab a few of the bags.
Yazia and Taehyung set the bags down in the room and went back. Taehyung noticed the last bag still in Yazia's hands, and he moved to take it from her, but she gently resisted.
"It's fine, it's not heavy," Yazia insisted with a reassuring smile, her determination evident in her voice.
Taehyung paused, his expression softening as he looked at her. "It doesn't matter if it's heavy or not," he replied softly, his eyes full of tenderness. "I know you're strong, but... I'm not strong enough to see you doing anything tiring in my presence."
Yazia handed him the bag, a playful glint in her eyes. "You're killing my 'I can do everything' vibe," she teased, watching as he disappeared upstairs without much further word.
After a moment, Taehyung returned, having stowed away the belongings, and approached Yazia in the living room. "You can do everything; I'm not stopping you. It's just... sometimes, I want to do things for you too," he explained earnestly, his gaze soft as he looked at her. "Let's share the load together, okay?" he added.
"I agree with you, sharing the load is the best option, but I'll not let you get on top in one matter," Yazia declared with a mischievous grin as she playfully pushed Taehyung, causing him to tumble back onto the couch. She leaned over him, placing her hands beside his head and bending down teasingly.
For a moment, Taehyung was caught off guard, but then he swiftly flipped them over, holding her by the waist as he hovered over her. "Yeah, tell me, my baby, where were we?" he asked with a playful smirk, his eyes twinkling with mischief as Yazia gulped and blinked innocently.
"W...we were going to place my clothes in the closet," Yazia stammered, attempting to push Taehyung back, but he remained firmly in place, his playful smirk unwavering.
"Where did your 'I'll not let you on top' energy go, my warrior?" Taehyung teased, his tone laced with amusement as he observed Yazia's blush deepening.
"Kim Taehyung I'll not let-"Yazia's protest was cut short as Taehyung gently placed a finger on her lips, silencing her.
"Shhh... listen to me, my warrior," he whispered, his voice carrying a hint of playfulness and desire. "I quietly did office work, and now you will quietly do your work."
Yazia's eyes widened in surprise, the warmth of his touch sending a rush of butterflies through her stomach, his voice taking on a strange, desire-filled tone. Yazia's breath caught in her throat as they locked eyes. They both were staring into each other eyes.
But their moment was abruptly interrupted by a loud gasp from behind them. Startled, Taehyung stood up straight, rubbing his neck nervously, while Yazia remained frozen in her place, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
Taehyung's sharp gaze bore into the employee as she apologized for the interruption. "Sorry sir I ... i Was just here for files I didn't know sorry," she bowed. He remained silent, his irritation evident in the furrow of his brow and the slight narrowing of his eyes, he sighed.
Meanwhile, the employee's eyes widened in recognition as she spotted Yazia. "Miss Yazia?" she exclaimed, momentarily taken aback. She glanced back and forth between Taehyung and Yazia. "Wait, I'll bring them," he stated abruptly, his tone clipped with impatience. He strode purposefully to bring files.
Yazia, feeling slightly uncomfortable under the employee's scrutiny, cleared her throat and stood up. She wore a long floral casual dress, having not worn her hijab in the comfort of her own home with just Taehyung and her family present moments before.
"How is everything going in the company?" Yazia asked, her voice steady as she tried to maintain a sense of normalcy. The employee nodded in response. "Fine, just Mr. Kim is not seen much there, but he still knows how to handle stuff even in his absence," she replied.
Yazia nodded in agreement. "Yes, he... he... does," she replied, her voice trailing off slightly. Taehyung returned with the files, handing them over to the employee. "Take them, and next time be careful," he instructed.
She nodded and apologized again but took a last glance at Taehyung and Yazia cooking a lot in her brain she walked back out of the house. Taehyung turned back and looked at Yazia who was already looking at him they both looked at each other and burst into laughter.
"I bet there's gonna be some juicy gossip after that!" Yazia exclaimed between giggles, her laughter contagious. Taehyung chuckled along with her, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I'll handle it, no worries. And hey, you're my wife now, so nobody can say a thing," he assured her, a grin playing on his lips.
"Wife, huh?" Yazia retorted with a teasing glint in her eye, her tone playful as she raised an eyebrow.
"I guess I'll have to remind you then," he replied, scooping her up and slinging her over his shoulder, causing her to gasp in surprise. "Hey, put me down! What are you doing?" Yazia protested, playfully hitting his back.
Taehyung laughed, the sound hearty and full of mischief as he carried Yazia to their room. "I'm just reminding you of your status, my dear wife," he teased, his voice tinged with playful affection.
Yazia squirmed, trying to wriggle out of his grasp, but Taehyung held her securely. "Well, you could have chosen a gentler way to remind me," she countered, her laughter mixing with protests. Taehyung entered the room closing the door with his foot.
"Where's the fun in that?" Taehyung quipped, his laughter echoing through the room. He gently set Yazia back on her feet, but his arm lingered around her waist, pulling her closer.
Yazia looked up at him, her gaze softening as she met his eyes. "You're impossible," she said with a fond smile, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. "But you love me anyway," Taehyung replied.
"I never said that I love you," Yazia said and he nodded. Yazia's admission hung in the air, the weight of her words stirring something profound between them. Taehyung's gaze softened; his touch gentle as he continued to trace invisible circles on her waist.
Yazia gazed at him, awestruck by the depth of emotion reflected in his eyes. "I do love you, Taehyung. I'm not sure when or how it happened, but you're not alone," she confessed. Taehyung eyes Twinkle hearing her words.
"Say it again my warrior," Taehyung said Yazia smiled. "I love you Taehyung!" The way she pronounced her name just made his heart beat a thousand times faster. Without a single word, Taehyung kissed her it was passionate him pouring his emotions. Yazia returned his kiss back as her hands sneaked to his neck rubbing the back of his neck.
Their lips moved in sync both getting disappeared into their own world. Taehyung gently guided her back, never breaking the kiss as they tumbled onto the bed, after several blissful minutes, Taehyung reluctantly pulled away, his gaze filled with adoration as he looked down at Yazia.
Both breathing heavily trying to gasp air as much as they can. Taehyung can never explain the feeling inside him seeing the love of his life only women he lost his heart under him. Taehyung gazed at Yazia, utterly captivated by the sight of her—her flushed cheeks, her tousled hair, her heaving chest. At that moment, he felt an overwhelming surge of love and awe wash over him.
"I've never seen anything so beautiful," Taehyung whispered, his voice filled with wonder and adoration. He reached out to gently brush a strand of hair away from her face, his touch soft.
Yazia's breath hitched at his words, her heart swelling with emotion. She reached up to cup his cheek, her eyes sparkling with love and affection.
"You can never imagine how much I love you," Taehyung said softly, his voice filled with sincerity.
"Then tell me how much you love me, show me how much you can love me," Yazia challenged, her gaze unwavering.
Taehyung just gazed at her, momentarily lost in her eyes. He got up, causing her to narrow her eyes in confusion. Holding the hem of his T-shirt, he made her eyes widen in surprise.
"What are you-" Before she could finish her sentence, he tossed his shirt off, causing her to instinctively close her eyes and look away. Taehyung couldn't help but chuckle at her reaction. "I thought you were brave, my warrior," he teased, his voice laced with amusement.
Yazia shook her head with closed eyes, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Look at me, my love. I want to show you something," he urged gently, reaching out to place his hand on hers.
"Get away, I'm not interested," she muttered, but her fingers moved slightly, peaking through the gap between them.
Taehyung caught her peaking, a playful glint in his eyes. "You can look. I'm your husband, and right now, I want to show you something," he said, gently removing her hands from her eyes.
"Open your eyes," Taehyung instructed, and with a gulp, Yazia complied. The first thing she noticed was her name, inscribed across his chest.
Her breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening with a gulp as Yazia opened her eyes. The first thing she noticed was her name, elegantly tattooed across Taehyung's chest. "It's... it's..." She struggled to find the right words, stunned by what she was seeing.
"It's a tattoo, your name right here on my heart," Taehyung explained softly, his eyes tender as he watched her reaction.
Yazia tore her gaze away from the tattoo, meeting his eyes with a mixture of astonishment and concern. "It's not good, it's haram. When did you do it, huh?" she exclaimed, feeling overwhelmed and almost scolding him for his actions.
Taehyung chuckled at her reaction, his laughter warm and affectionate. "Stop, stop, my dear warrior... I did it months ago before I even knew about Islam or anything else," Taehyung explained.
He admitted, his voice gentle as he reached out to caress her cheek. "I wanted to show you, in a way that would always remind me of you."
Yazia's expression softened at his words, her heart melting at the sincerity in his eyes. "But... it's permanent," she murmured, her tone uncertain.
Taehyung nodded, his gaze unwavering. "So is my love for you," he declared, his voice filled with conviction. "I'll cherish it forever, just like I'll cherish you."
Tears welled up in Yazia's eyes as she listened to him. "You... why did you do that? What if you were never able to have me? What would you do with this, huh?" she asked, overwhelmed by his gesture.
"Ah, don't cry. I don't want to see you cry," Taehyung murmured, cupping her cheeks and wiping away the moisture from under her eyes.
"It doesn't matter if I have you or not. What matters is that you're the only one for me. My wife or not, you're the only woman I've let into my heart. You own it, and I want it to remain that way. I lost this heart to you," It just made her more emotional she bit her lip trying to control it.
"This is the second time I've seen you cry," Taehyung observed softly, his heart aching at the sight of her tears.
"I don't like to cry, it's your fault," Yazia sniffed, her voice tinged with a hint of playfulness despite her tears.
"Okay, my baby, it's my fault," Taehyung conceded, gently wiping away the tears from her cheeks.
Yazia looked at her name engraved on his chest, feeling a surge of emotion welling up within her. She hesitantly raised her hand and traced her name on his chest, her touch light and reverent. "I promise I'll do everything on my part," she vowed, her voice filled with determination.
"The only thing I want is for you to stay by my side forever, never leave me alone because I can't even think of living without you," Taehyung confessed, his gaze unwavering as he poured his heart out to her.
Yazia nodded, her heart swelling with love and affection for him. She hugged him tightly, burying her face in his neck as he tenderly caressed her head, a sense of contentment washing over him.
As she pulled away from him, her eyes brimming with love and adoration, Taehyung felt a surge of gratitude and happiness flood through him. She pulled him closer by his neck, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss, sealing their love and commitment to each other.
"You deserve a good reward for everything you've done," she murmured against his lips, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips as they surrendered themselves to each other, lost in the depth of their love and desire.
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